What are they planning?
James came down from the carriage then glanced around with a sigh. The little village was still the same as he remembered when he came here to visit his grandparents when he was eight. Although the village looked more condemned than it didn't back them, it still had that sinister feeling.
He looked around his Grandfather's neighborhood and literally everything seemed the same, nothing changed at all. The building's ceiling was already caving in and the houses looked like they would scatter with just a blow from the wind.
He turned towards his Grandfather's house and was surprised to see it was still the same as he remembered, almost at the verge of being an abandoned house.
His mother used to send mother to his grandfather for upkeep and to redo his house but being the cheapskate his grandfather was, he probably used the money to gamble or waste it on drugs.